We were seedlings,
I was planted on purpose,
He was planted by mistake,
But that didn't matter,
We knew each other's story.

We grew strong when our mothers cried,
We grew tall when our fathers yelled,
Young seedlings trying to fight our way through the dirt,
Weaving our way to life.

Our family trees related to one another,
Understood and were friends,
We were in the root of happiness,
The root to our happiness.

Roots eventually intertwined,
Underground secrets,
Slowly pulling me down,
Climbing up my limbs,
Wrapping his branches around my trunk.

Struggling for air,
Missing the taste of water,
Hoping to grow bigger and stronger then you.

His words like sap sticking to my brain,
You got to close,
Destroying the only thing I knew how to do,
The very thing we had taught our selves,
To grow tall and strong from the pain.

Uprooting everything good in my life,
Our family trees,
Now enemies,
Silence
Nothing but rustles of leafs.

And now having to move on and hoping one day,
The wind will pick me up,
Take me to a place of serenity,
Where I can begin again,
And grow stronger then you will ever be.